“I’ll go,” she vowed to the night, “or I’ll die!” She made plans and estimated means and resources. As time went on, she began to think Martha had been mistaken. “Oh goody. The silence of Canton at night was sinister, for none could prophesy what form of mob might suddenly boil out. There was plenty of sweet water.
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